Any way, Food Friday last week didn't occur and I'm pretty much phoning it in this week. I'll get back in the saddle by next Friday. *fingers crossed*
I was telling shineyquarter
that I wish that I'd blogged about all the culture shock moments that I had when I first moved here. Too late on some fronts because what got to me ~3 years ago is old hat now.
One thing that still gets me is the pancakes.
Pancakes were a family tradition for us when I was little.
On some stroke of genius, we were part of a church that met in the afternoon instead of the morning. So, Saturday mornings meant a leisurely meal of pancakes before sprucing ourselves up and heading off to services.
I'm sure we all have our pancake favorites, but of course mine were and still are my mom's. She even made smiley face pancakes and mini ones of the letters in our names if we were good.
There were never left overs because we could never get enough of them.
Over the years, I've been to charity pancake breakfasts, sleepover brunches with undergrad friends, and to IHOPs1
across the US. Basically, I've eaten my fair share, usually with Vermont maple syrup or molasses.
When I moved over to Scotland, I was given the option of pancakes for meals other than breakfast or late night cravings. Not only that, but cold. Not warmish-cold, but cold cold.
At first, they seemed horrible.
Where was that lovely fluffy inner texture that worked so well with butter? What happened to the hint of crispiness on the outside?
Scottish pancakes seemed stodgy and too sweet.
But now, I love them. They're a convenient snack and cheap to boot.
I had some at lunch with tomato soup. Odd combination, but still good.
There's only one problem I still have with pancakes here.
How do you manage to keep the syrup on them while eating on the run? :)
1- International House of Pancakes